Chapter11

#Chapter11

Home Sweet Home

Atlas held my hand throughout the night. Not once did he take his hand off of mine. For the first two hours, both our hands were completely healed. Mine healed faster, since my injury isn't as bad as his. But even if his wound healed thirty minutes after mine did, letting go of my hand didn't seem to cross his mind.

Watching the sunrise through my broken glass window, I hear his soft snores beside me. Sparks continued to tingle my skin as our hands are still intertwined. I faced him, the sun's rays giving justice to his pecs and abs.

Mate is hot, my wolf lowly whistles at the back of my mind which had me rolling my eyes heavenwards.

Sometimes, my wolf is too hormonal to distinguish who my true soul mate is. Atlas is just my second chance mate.